He sold his empire today and she borrowed the crown to be a queen for the day. From the rags of life they pull the comfort, to find a place of their own.
While excavating their dreams they extract truth which was lying for years, unsold and untouched. With the fortune of their find they vacate the burdens to unwind and feel the confluence of two souls. From a charted route, they leave the edges and glide into the spaces, to unravel the mystic of life; untrammelled and unbridled.
Unknown to the other and oblivious of facts the extent of such demarcation they hold the brush to the paint of their own rainbows. They paint and look at each other’s rainbow. The riotous colours construct the spell and they see only one rainbow. They move closer as the rainbow spells the mystic. He looks at the empire which he sold and she at the crown which she borrowed today.
She returns the crown and smiles because she knows now that the king is here to crown her. They have their own empire now. The king and queen with their rainbow begin to live that day.